The leaves are close to each other side by side,
Music water dance in the fountain,
like a mirage,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
Pieces of green in different shades,
at a glance,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
zigzag lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubble
full of connected dense green leaves,
t wind,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,